Splintered walls of cement °[monoshin/shinoma]°

Chapt. 2 shinsou becomes gayer

             //third person of shinsou~~\\

   Shinsou looked at the time on his phone. An hour till his alarm is supposed to go off. Great. He decided to start getting dressed, not like he has anything better to do. Slowly, he peeled himself off his bed and went to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.

Ew.

   He sighed and scratched his cheek, yawning before he started to brush his teeth, afterwards slipping into his uniform, not bothering to look in the mirror to see if he looked decent.

   He ran his hands through his hair, huffing as he slung his bag over his shoulder, hoping to be the first one there so he could mentally prepare himself for social interaction.

   He made his way to the kitchen, slamming some toast into the toaster. He ended up burning it, but he shrugged it off and threw some butter on it, shoving it into his mouth before making a cup of coffee and downing it in one go as he munched on his burnt toast.

   He sighed and rubbed his severely bagged eyes before making his way out the front door of the dorms and to the school.

  When he got there, he took a deep breath, soaking in the dead silence of the halls.

Well,

Almost dead silence.

   There was a faint voice coming from the deep chocolate brown double doors leading to the auditorium.

   Out of pure boredom and curiousity he slowly trudged his way to the auditorium doors, dragging his feet against the floor.

He did NOT,

                     and I repeat,
                                             DID NOT..

expect to recognize the voice as monoma neito's.

What the fuck is he doing in the auditorium??

   He pressed his ear to the cold, dark wood door to see if he could hear what he was saying.
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Is that....

Is that snobby motherfucker reciting  Shakespeare?

Shinsou was extremely intrigued.

  He never thought of monoma, the snobby, mentally unstable, strange, obnoxious blonde, to be into Shakespeare.

But here he is.

Listening to this insane ass child recite Shakespeare's, Hamlet.

He was pretty good too.

   He doesn't know what compelled him to listen to the blonde read from a book for half an hour, but by the time he snapped out of his trance, the bell rang and he had to quickly fling his bag onto his shoulder and speed-walk to class.

   Once he was there, he met the stony gaze of the teacher. He dipped his head down, his shoulders hunched and his hands fidgetting with a loose string in his pockets.

He made his way to his seat, laying his head down, just to snap it back up when he heard the door slide open.

                      Monoma.

He stared at the boy as he made his way to his seat, after scoffing and asking the teacher if he's, 'ever heard of being fashionably late' when he got reprimanded.

'So it was him...'

Shinsou thought as he turned his head to keep staring at the blonde as he walked down the isle to get to his seat, a bored look on his face as he rolled his eyes and 'tsked.'

Shinsou kept staring, even when monoma's eyes grazed over him as he surveyed the room, a lazy grin, of which was directed at nothing, washing over monomas face as he rested his cheek on his hand, elbow sat on his desk.

Shinsou fell into that same, weird trance that he was in when listening to monoma recite shakespeare, as he watched him sit at his desk and just...exist.

'Wait...hold on...why am I staring at monoma?...why can't I...stop...?'

Shinsou, despite his own protest, couldn't tear his eyes off monoma, and before he knew it, first period was over and he was watching monoma slowly get up to leave, his eyes trailing down his body as he bent down to pick up his bag.

Shinsou only snapped out of his trance once monoma finally stepped out of the door, and shinsou was left alone in the classroom, to contemplate what he just did.

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'Did.......I....just...'

'Check.....monoma.........'

'.........out......?'

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'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCK--'